...you're a rare rare find A troubled cure For a troubled mind

If songs were lines in a conversation, the situation would be fine . . .

Time has told me not to ask for more, someday our ocean will find its shore.

Life is but a memory Happened long ago. Theatre full of sadness For a long forgotten show.

Do you like what you're doing/would you do it some more/or will you stop once and wonder what you're doing it for?

I saw it written and I saw it say Pink moon is on its way And none of you stand so tall Pink Moon gonna get you all

Fame is but a fruit tree- so very unsound. It can never flourish 'till its stock is in the ground.

If you would and you could brighten my northern sky.

I think there's something extraordinarily nice about seeing the dawn up before one goes to bed, [] there's something uncanny about it.

I woke early like a condemned man to the naivety of birdsong.

And see she flies, and she is everywhere.

He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.

The music, I think, is just as important as the lyrics; it portrays the emotion of the song. I play the kind of music that I want to listen to.

I was very young when we got married and I don't know why it worked out like it did or how I was smart enough to know that this was the right guy, but somehow I got lucky.

I am the bridge between the East and the West. I don't want to abandon one for the other.

History is the science of things which are not repeated.

You are within God. God is within you.

Die human, DIE!! Die nasty polluting person!!!!' yelled Grover. I turned him so he faced me. He kept on clicking his plastic gun towards me as if I was part of the game.

I cannot understand how anyone conscious of mortal sin can laugh or be merry.

The wise needn't ask, the fool asks in vain.